since the last time I saw him. I snorted. The scene at the hospital. That had been a real shit show.
It had been a week since Trent got released. Or should I call him Rez. I sighed deeply, locking my phone without reading the text.
I wouldn’t see him again. I wouldn’t respond. I couldn’t. Even if I did miss him. Which I did. I missed him a whole hell of a lot.
It was crazy, but true.
I picked up my pace, forcing myself to run faster. As if I could outrun my feelings. My stupid, traitorous feelings.
I had no doubt whatsoever that Trent was having a good old time with his ‘friends.’
Meanwhile I was stuck here, unable to scrub him from my mind. He was there when I woke up. He snuck into my thoughts at the worst possible moment.
Hell who was I kidding? He was there almost constantly.
Driving to work, I’d be thinking about him. Moments of quiet between rounds, I’d be thinking about him. Making dinner for Char, I would still be thinking about him.
And God help me when I went to bed. Each and every night I would toss and turn for hours thinking about Trent. And I wouldn’t just think about him.
I would feel him.
I slowed to a walk. Fuck. I was in trouble. I had no idea how I was going to get over Trent. And it was clear, I had to.
Maybe I should go out with someone else. Even Dr. Richardson. Let someone else kiss me. Touch me. Fuck my brains out.
Maybe that was the only way to erase him.
And I had to erase him.
I wasn’t the type for casual sex, no matter how mind blowing it might be. And he wasn’t the sort to date. Never mind fall in love.
I had a terrible feeling I’d been on the brink of the ‘L’ word since I’d met him.
His easy smile and his bedroom eyes.
And his… well that was nice, but it didn’t have much to do with what I liked about him. That part of him was a little bit intimidating to be honest. More than a little. A lot.
The worst part was how much he made me laugh. I’d been laughing non-stop since I met him. Well, until now.
To hell with it.
I would just go out with the next guy who asked me. I didn’t have to do anything. But it was worth a shot.
Of course, that’s as long as nothing else disastrous happened.
I shook my head, turning to run back towards home.
For the first time in a while, I felt like everything might be okay.
Or at least, not entirely terrible.
I laughed.
How’s that for lowered expectations?
Chapter Twelve
Trent
It was probably illegal, what I was doing. Finding out someone’s address and showing up there uninvited. Demanding she honor our agreement.
Some might call it stalking.
I called it collecting on a bet.
I drove up to her house and parked my convertible. I’d trashed my bike, but I still had this thing and a beat up old SUV for taking the dogs to the beach. I rolled my shoulder. It was still hard to believe the cast was finally off.
That’s when I noticed her.
Or, actually, I noticed ‘it.’
Lexi was bent over, a handkerchief covering her hair as she dug into the flowerbeds in front of her house. Her ass was high in the air for all to see. I knew she had no idea how fucking tasty she looked. It might be wrong, but I could not take my eyes off her perfect fucking ass.
High cut little denim shorts. A button down shirt tied around her waist. A bright green bandana on her head.
She looked good enough to eat.
I grinned, slamming the car door behind me.
She jumped, turning around. For a split second she looked happy to see me. Then she scowled.
“Well, you are persistent aren’t you?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
She frowned at me, getting to her feet.
“Are you cleared to drive? How is your shoulder?”
I grinned, circling it for her. I loved how she was worried about my shoulder, even when she was mad at me. She was a good person. It’s just who she was.
“I have two hands now. Can you imagine what that means?”
She turned pink immediately, two bright circles of embarrassment on her gorgeous cheeks. I
It had been a week since Trent got released. Or should I call him Rez. I sighed deeply, locking my phone without reading the text.
I wouldn’t see him again. I wouldn’t respond. I couldn’t. Even if I did miss him. Which I did. I missed him a whole hell of a lot.
It was crazy, but true.
I picked up my pace, forcing myself to run faster. As if I could outrun my feelings. My stupid, traitorous feelings.
I had no doubt whatsoever that Trent was having a good old time with his ‘friends.’
Meanwhile I was stuck here, unable to scrub him from my mind. He was there when I woke up. He snuck into my thoughts at the worst possible moment.
Hell who was I kidding? He was there almost constantly.
Driving to work, I’d be thinking about him. Moments of quiet between rounds, I’d be thinking about him. Making dinner for Char, I would still be thinking about him.
And God help me when I went to bed. Each and every night I would toss and turn for hours thinking about Trent. And I wouldn’t just think about him.
I would feel him.
I slowed to a walk. Fuck. I was in trouble. I had no idea how I was going to get over Trent. And it was clear, I had to.
Maybe I should go out with someone else. Even Dr. Richardson. Let someone else kiss me. Touch me. Fuck my brains out.
Maybe that was the only way to erase him.
And I had to erase him.
I wasn’t the type for casual sex, no matter how mind blowing it might be. And he wasn’t the sort to date. Never mind fall in love.
I had a terrible feeling I’d been on the brink of the ‘L’ word since I’d met him.
His easy smile and his bedroom eyes.
And his… well that was nice, but it didn’t have much to do with what I liked about him. That part of him was a little bit intimidating to be honest. More than a little. A lot.
The worst part was how much he made me laugh. I’d been laughing non-stop since I met him. Well, until now.
To hell with it.
I would just go out with the next guy who asked me. I didn’t have to do anything. But it was worth a shot.
Of course, that’s as long as nothing else disastrous happened.
I shook my head, turning to run back towards home.
For the first time in a while, I felt like everything might be okay.
Or at least, not entirely terrible.
I laughed.
How’s that for lowered expectations?
Chapter Twelve
Trent
It was probably illegal, what I was doing. Finding out someone’s address and showing up there uninvited. Demanding she honor our agreement.
Some might call it stalking.
I called it collecting on a bet.
I drove up to her house and parked my convertible. I’d trashed my bike, but I still had this thing and a beat up old SUV for taking the dogs to the beach. I rolled my shoulder. It was still hard to believe the cast was finally off.
That’s when I noticed her.
Or, actually, I noticed ‘it.’
Lexi was bent over, a handkerchief covering her hair as she dug into the flowerbeds in front of her house. Her ass was high in the air for all to see. I knew she had no idea how fucking tasty she looked. It might be wrong, but I could not take my eyes off her perfect fucking ass.
High cut little denim shorts. A button down shirt tied around her waist. A bright green bandana on her head.
She looked good enough to eat.
I grinned, slamming the car door behind me.
She jumped, turning around. For a split second she looked happy to see me. Then she scowled.
“Well, you are persistent aren’t you?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
She frowned at me, getting to her feet.
“Are you cleared to drive? How is your shoulder?”
I grinned, circling it for her. I loved how she was worried about my shoulder, even when she was mad at me. She was a good person. It’s just who she was.
“I have two hands now. Can you imagine what that means?”
She turned pink immediately, two bright circles of embarrassment on her gorgeous cheeks. I
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